You'd think that after all my years in the dating pool, I'd learn how not to get myself involved with emotionally unavailable people. Not so, dear friends. Not so by a long shot. But I don't think it's entirely my fault... I think it's destiny or fate that keeps throwing these people at me to see if I'll let them stick - or more truthfully, so see if I'll waste my time trying to stick to them.
It's almost four months since Gavan and I broke up, and I've only been on one date... which I really don't think was thought of as a date by both parties. I think my companion thought of it only as a fun evening out. My bad.
I've been finding myself pretty lonely lately, which isn't such a surprise, really; I'm in a strange city with few friends, working with a small cast of people who are wonderful but have their own busy lives to lead - all of which leaves me with a lot of time to myself. And I've been feeling it. I miss my friends terribly, and that's of course coupled with the uncertainty of what the hell is gonna happen in my life when this gig is over. The life I've chosen is equal parts scary and exciting, and sometimes it's a little hard to take.
There's just so much uncertainty. But I guess we all live with that, don't we? I mean, the victims of the World Trade Center attack probably thought they had nice, stable lives that involved no risk. I should be grateful for my health, and this rather precious gift of life. I guess every day that I wake up (even if it is hours too late by the standards of the normal work-a-day world) is a gift. I just have to keep remembering that.
Jesus, we humans are a whiny bunch.
It's almost four months since Gavan and I broke up, and I've only been on one date... which I really don't think was thought of as a date by both parties. I think my companion thought of it only as a fun evening out. My bad.
I've been finding myself pretty lonely lately, which isn't such a surprise, really; I'm in a strange city with few friends, working with a small cast of people who are wonderful but have their own busy lives to lead - all of which leaves me with a lot of time to myself. And I've been feeling it. I miss my friends terribly, and that's of course coupled with the uncertainty of what the hell is gonna happen in my life when this gig is over. The life I've chosen is equal parts scary and exciting, and sometimes it's a little hard to take.
There's just so much uncertainty. But I guess we all live with that, don't we? I mean, the victims of the World Trade Center attack probably thought they had nice, stable lives that involved no risk. I should be grateful for my health, and this rather precious gift of life. I guess every day that I wake up (even if it is hours too late by the standards of the normal work-a-day world) is a gift. I just have to keep remembering that.
Jesus, we humans are a whiny bunch.
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